When you said that it was over
And I was not for you…
When the final word was spoken
And my heart was torn in two…
All the laughter and the sadness
Flashed before my eyes…
The foolish, tender kisses,
The many futile tries.

Then the flowers started wilting,
The hornets ceased to hum…
All majesty and beauty
Fell silent and was dumb.

The mountains and the valleys
Melted into one.
And then I felt, my darling,
That it was finally done.

The birds all stopped their singing,
The water lilies died.
The sunshine turned to moonshine…
…and then…
The river cried.

I don’t think of you much except to wonder where you are, who you’re with and what you’re doing~~~

I don’t dream about you much except to wish myself into your arms and imagine a sandy shore complete with our footprints fading off toward the end of dreamscape~~~

I don’t miss you much except when I’m alone by myself and thinking how it would be if you were occupying the place by my side…or…when everyone is around and laughing I wonder how your laughter would blend with mine~~~

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Why “Divine Graffiti?”

I wait patiently each day to see what Divine Graffiti will appear on the walls of my life. Life has a way of imparting wisdom to us through the experiences of each day as well as smacking us over the head with insight and reminders that I must remain present. Through my writing, I learn more about myself and about what is in store for me and mine.

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You'll have to stand on the side of a mountain for a long time before a roast duck flies in---ancient Cantonese Proverb

DISCLAIMER

I am not responsible for everything I write here. It is simply my mind running away with me. I tend to speak before I think and write before my fingers have had a chance to ask permission!